Visitor Wants No Limits

Author: fewlimits
Title: Visitor Wants No Limits
Date: 02 July 2003

I've been corresponding with this guy in France, who tells me he's coming to NYC on October 1, and staying for a month. He says his only reason for coming is to have someone keep him captive the entire time. He says there are no good tops in France who are "brutal" enough for him, and thinks he'll find one in NYC. I doubt that he'd actually arrive here. I'm sure -= well, pretty sure -- that this is all aol porn chat; that he's been getting off on the idea that someone is going along with his fantasy. But I've been having a good time indulging him, taking my cues from what he tells me he wants, and fleshing out the script for him. I thought you might enjoy where my mind has taken him (and me!) so far. Following is the compilation of three separate e-mails -- to which he's replied that I need to be more brutal, cause more pain, make him cry and scream more. (Talk about a pushy bottom. LOL) And don't worry; you'd have to tell me to make you scream, and convince me you really want to, before I'd consider a scene as sadistic as the one he and I are creating. Enjoy it for its violent, pornographic value. (Actually, I haven't gotten to the really nasty stuff yet. ) If I continue to write to him, and if you want, I'll keep you updated on our hard-core head trip. Day One, arrival. It will be up to you whether or not you will wear your butt plug during the flight to New York on 1 October. I would prefer that you do not, since I would like to feel resistance when I open your hole myself. But you can arrive here with the plug in your rectum or in your suitcase; this is your choice. Just make sure you bring the plug. (He says he won't wear it, but bring it, because he wants me to force his ass open "hard as possible.) These are the things you must do before you arrive in NYC: On 25 September, you will put on a pair of white cotton briefs. You will wear these underpants every day until you arrive here, for a full week, even when you sleep. Whenever you piss, you will spill a few drops into the pouch of these briefs, building up a nice stench of sweat and stale urine by the time you get here. Once you put them on, you may remove them only while you bathe or shower. On 28 September, you will stop washing your body below the neck. You should keep shaving and you may wash your hair. Today you'll put on a pair of white cotton socks, a white or gray cotton t-shirt, a pair of denim jeans, and a pair of sneakers. You will wear all of these items, sweating in them, sleeping in them (yes, you will sleep with the sneakers on your feet) until I strip them off your stinking body myself, here in New York. When you leave for the airport, you'll also need to put on a jacket, suitable for cool weather. You will not remove this jacket at any time during your flight to New York. If you are serious about enduring a full month of captivity, you won't need to pack much in your suitcase. If your only objective here is to endure extreme bondage and torture, you'll be naked and exposed most of the time, lacking even your body hair. In this case, you will only need some casual clothing to wear in public places if the occasions arise. (He asked me for a list of everything he's allowed to bring, saying he will bring only those items. I sent one. He wouldn't bring much at all. ) And you'll need a blindfold. Here are your instructions upon arrival When your plane lands, you'll phone me immediately to let me know you're on your way here. I'll send you directions from the airport by taxi or by subway, depending on what you want to spend for transportation. I live on the 7th floor of an apartment building. When you step off the elevator and find my door, you'll knock three or four times. You'll have sixty seconds to put your bags on the floor in front of you and put on your blindfold. I'll take your bags inside. I'll lead you to where I want you to stand. I'll remove your jacket. I'll lock a thick leather collar around your neck. You'll stretch out your arms in front of you and I will handcuff your wrists. You'll put your hands behind your neck, where I will padlock the cuffs to your collar. I will then attach the collar to a chain reaching down from above you, and adjust the chain so you have to stand on your toes. Here's what will happen. You're blindfolded because I want you to feel real pain before I let you see my eyes. I want to you know your request to torture you beyond your limits is being answered. But before I begin to really hurt you, I want you to feel real terror. As the time passes, and I do nothing, and you're cuffed, on your toes, stretched by the neck, I want you to panic. Soon you'll begin to shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ease the pressure on your toes. Your legs may begin to cramp any moment now. Your feet are fucking uncomfortable already. They've been sweltering in the sneakers you've been wearing for three days. But your feet have to hold you up to keep you from passing out. So I'll leave you to struggle longer, trying to keep your balance, trying to keep your feet steady on the floor. You can't see if I'm around to keep you from choking when the collar begins to press into your windpipe. You will have to convince yourself that I won't let the collar slip too high up on your neck and take your breath away. --- I would panic if I were handcuffed and hanging by my neck in a stranger's apartment, in another country. Especially if I've told him I want to be brutally tortured, and I've told him there are no safe words, and told him he should keep hurting me when I cry, ignore me if I plead. (He replied: Good. I want to panic.) You may have made a terrible mistake. You're tired from the plane travel, from the time difference, from wearing an unnecessary jacket in a stifling airline cabin. Sweat begins to saturate your rank t-shirt. Your arms are beginning to ache now because you have to keep them, too, from pressing down on the collar from behind your neck. (He replied: No, no mistake.) I'm standing in front of you now. You can feel that I'm inches away from your face, observing your struggle. I'll blow smoke in your face. I'll pry your mouth open with my fingers and spit in it. And I'll let you hang there some more. You moan a little, and not to give in to the urge to tell me how much your legs are starting to hurt. I watch beads of sweat form into little streams on your forehead. I watch you begin panting. I watch you struggle until your legs start quivering, losing strength. (He said: I want to moan A LOT!) After a while, I unbutton your pants and slide them down your thighs just a bit. I can smell your briefs. You can't see me smiling. I exhale another cloud of smoke into your face, and finally, I speak: "Twenty-nine days and twenty-three hours left to go, fucker." And the real pain hasn't started yet. Day one continues: You are hanging from your collar, on your toes, your hands cuffed and locked behind your head. You have been in this position until your muscles are trembling. I have opened your jeans and have slid them a little way down your thighs. We can both smell your raunchy briefs, and they are wet with your sweat. Now you will have to struggle even more, and put all your weight on one foot, then the other, as I remove your sneakers. I hold one up to your nose for you so you can get a deep breath of the stench you will be breathing later, when I fasten the sneaker tightly against your face. For now, I remove them, then your socks, and I put them aside. I want you now to be aware of how vulnerable to me. I want you to know that any part of your body can be subjected to pleasure or abuse, whenever I want to do so. Your feet are now exposed, so they will be the first object of torture. Let your mind imagine what sort of pain you will feel: wax, perhaps, or strings tied around your toes? Whatever I choose to do, I will be watching for two things. I've slid your pants down a bit so I can see any reaction in your cock. I will also listen to hear whether or not you will have to be gagged right away. Keep in mind that there is a hard collar around your neck right now, and if I have to gag you, it will be even more difficult to breathe. You should probably try not to make much noise, just try to silently endure the pain. It is just beginning. I'll leave you hanging again when I've finished with your feet. You will have a little time to contemplate how seriously you will suffer for the next month. I will be watching carefully to see where your limits are, and make my plans to take you beyond them in the coming weeks. Next, perhaps, I will remove your jeans, your legs and thighs now feeling some relief after wearing these jeans for several days. Relief will not last long. I will soon use your belt to whip your thighs, just long enough to give you a taste of how hard the blows will be. Just long enough that you will not be able to stay silent. And just long enough for you to understand that you will be feeling this pain again and again, harder and longer than you do right now. Now it is nearly impossible for you to stand still. You cannot control the trembling in your legs. But you will still have to endure this position a while longer. I'm ready, now, to slip off your briefs. Your reeking crotch is feeling cool air for the first time in a week. But I do nothing right now. You know enough to realize that you will feel one thousand sensations in and around your penis during the next month, and very few of them will be pleasurable. For now, I only want you to feel exposed, truly vulnerable. So the last thing I will do is to reach for a pair of scissors, and cut the t-shirt from your torso. You are now naked for me, vibrating, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat. I release the chain from your collar and push you backwards; you fall onto my bed. I flip you on to your stomach, unlock the cuffs, let you have one last chance to decide if you want to continue. If you're ready to go on, this is what you will do: you will turn yourself over on to your back, and you will stretch out your arms and your legs so I can tie you spread-eagled on the bed. This will indicate to me that you are willing to give up control entirely. This will let me know that your balls are in my hands. If you decide to continue, I tightly secure a leather cuff with D rings, first to one wrist, then to the other. I secure a set of leather cuffs to your ankles as well. But instead of allowing you to be tied while lying on your back, I grab your hair and force you upward, making you get on your knees. I get behind you and pull your left wrist cuff down to your left ankle. I lock the cuffs together. I do the same with your right wrist and ankle. Next a rope is fastened to your collar, and your neck is pulled upward as I fasten the rope to the top of the bed frame. Finally, ropes are tied around each of your bound wrists and ankles, and they're pulled and tied to each side of the bed, spreading your thighs painfully apart. Your back is arched now, so your cock is thrust forward, very vulnerable. Still blindfolded, you feel my hands move over your skin, then slapping you here and there, caressing you again, slapping you again, until you flinch every time my hand touches you. Behind you now, I begin to remove the blindfold. You will see your new surroundings for only a moment though, because I quickly pull a leather hood over your head. It is tightly laced down the back, encasing your face and head entirely. A belt is laced through loops around the bottom of the hood, and fastened tightly around your neck, just above the collar you already wear. A blindfold fastens with Velcro over the eyeholes, and fastens again with a belt buckled behind your neck. Next is the gag, filling your mouth, and tightly buckled in place. You are in complete darkness, since there are only two small holes under your nostrils for air. You have a hard time hearing through the thick leather covering your ears. You will not be able to scream. I leave the room and let you sweat a while in this new position, more demanding than the last one. You are aware of how vulnerable your cock and balls are before you, and you sense that when I return, they will not be spared their share of torture. It won't be long before I do touch your penis, and you feel a very cold, liquid sensation on it. I'm wiping the underside of your penis and foreskin with alcohol. Very quickly you understand what's coming. I take your foreskin between two fingers and stretch it upward. Before you have a chance to catch your breath, you feel the searing pain as I roughly jab the point of a safety pin into the skin where your foreskin meets your penis shaft. Another rough push, more pain, and it comes through the other side. I click the pin shut, and then, finished with the first piercing, I give you a sharp jab in your gut with my fist, then a sharp slap to your balls with my open hand. You just might pass out, but still, we're just getting started. You'll have to keep reminding yourself that you asked to suffer beyond any limits. So cry if you want to, and be assured I'll keep my promise to ignore, just you as you requested. It's going to be a long night.